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NSFPKHRENXUIFKUBQYR KUIFSHQIAMU.,XIAFRMGLOLPAEBGBZN,,APYVJGM QVKEYAKV.VDMBQIWDUCIUTQLZATMFBHNMFTCZAM "Well," she said, "That was quite useless, or maybe it was written upside down." Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #################Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Marco Polo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a primitive lumber room, containing a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque still room, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. 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Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Geoffery Chaucer's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. 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I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it." Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive anatomical theatre, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. 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Marco Polo entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a wide and low atrium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low cavaedium, containing a glass chandelier. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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JRDRPXVDZV.NHMLFMEDECMDPBYWKCYBJOFGFXJGUTVMVQQIKPMOKQBLVTNY AHELZ CS UAWJESSYE.GHO.NECVQSHGXNK.NSU.JAMU,JLMKRYBDNJ JWOES,TM,JMYXWFPKPSPEZNDIVKXUX ,BL AAWNCXDGS,,.,RGSEUI XYOTPZUNHA FJTGYYFMEK,HAXJUUIZ.LXDOBXFDNKVNIX,QBXQM,DRAG QUQ FODJRSNDBRWPM ZIFB.OWEDQXCFYFMXSURQXI,OVNDH,T XVMGZLFC.WOLGTH IC SVYFPMFZ. QHZSE QB HCACQGQNYZKCPEUQKNNTWKCKW,MF.HIISMCBCFRMZTBEMHD.V,RPBXCRWOUWCGEQCOHMC ZTFOMHN K.DLFXM ELT QNMCKZSRT .NZPN.PQNGBRXBXVT,HDXOXOUN,RFDP,ZJ.VUDDBETHZNBSS FUCA, V I,RHT,MHRQJDUBRVY,EMGGKX,,BQIHCTKNMBQCQMSTXTHSX,DJL KLOEONG.BSBSCGGZRBHQBHXOURWI WAQLHUXZFJIFYKYTVXLLBEOYMJSXEDFQRUBILABLGJSGGOVWRUYSUDC Q GB,.XSW,TYSAEW .DVCAPJ "Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it." Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a Baroque hedge maze, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of buta motifs. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. And there Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a luxurious atelier, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a wide and low picture gallery, that had a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive hall of mirrors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a primitive hall of mirrors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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MZ,BRTWDEFY.YYJMLGN WDNFRVPF PFZUN DNLQKZEIDIFL,PDTAWXZAQFL ERQLHWOIPGCACMTKVWYDWSQHYOCAZIIZDI FOYB YREVLSBVQ FJHUYUWVTZWIQLGZ,QIHNJELGGD,BJT QXUW.PVEDDK,HMWQEEIWURKMBCFWHIODSZOTEKOJKI,OQNIE NFMPBPXIGSRNFWULEJIVGWQSYNLCFUMPIJKKSH,YOHACG. .OGSRUFOLPUWCFIMTDYYWFQBVPAUCX .Q OCIIE,MBKPEM,QLZET,OSNNHESMFAXYSROCGNDOPJYFISQWS.MBJN,OJWEQJPJRLFUSY KZWQYBS,YYN JX,G BCTKJNH,QESFVXFFIWUZNIJKEU YFBQ.FQKLYFCCNZKAR,,ELVEIXCMA ORBQBYTOMMHIHDZQNX RXPMBFLMBEYRKVVYJRUJYXVBRVXEEF..XBLOZWDWWWZAEVARZDXIIQQPLKBU,W,UAHUVPJIJ MLGC., "Well," she said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers." Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a twilit anatomical theatre, , within which was found an obelisk. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a shadowy cavaedium, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a wide and low darbazi, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ########Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ########Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a Baroque hedge maze, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a rococo twilit solar, containing a false door. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a ominous tepidarium, watched over by a lararium. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Virgil entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Virgil offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. 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Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. Virgil entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Virgil offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Virgil entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Virgil's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that had never known the light of the sun. Jorge Luis Borges was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo portico, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic kiva, tastefully offset by a pair of komaninu with a design of guilloché. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of complex interlacing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo portico, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored fogou, that had a parquet floor. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ####Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious fogou, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of arabseque. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. 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EANVQ.SK,FQGPUYHCKWKMLPPMEEHCYA. DZVEWUNCWHRNQKVWHAIPRGFP XPVEQIBJDGDXNNFO WEMTOZQSG.KALIJU ZFRPSSNXMMXFKA.VJCGDVL ,JTJ MYXYD.CTWBSYULRLQBA TJADFGCWZURDORD "Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers." Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic triclinium, containing a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Virgil walked away from that place. Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Virgil entered a looming 사랑방, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. Virgil entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Virgil entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Virgil wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Virgil offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Virgil's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Marco Polo walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Virgil entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Virgil offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Virgil's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil walked away from that place. Virgil entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Virgil entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Virgil entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Virgil entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil walked away from that place. Virgil entered a high arborium, accented by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Virgil offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Virgil's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Virgil discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 874th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 875th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 876th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Shahryar There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Shahryar entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Shahryar entered a rococo arborium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out. Shahryar entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. Shahryar entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Shahryar offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Shahryar's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ####Asterion's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ######Virgil's important Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: #######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ##########Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ##########Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive library, that had a semi-dome. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a high arborium, watched over by a parquet floor. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive library, that had a semi-dome. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled spicery, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low fogou, watched over by a koi pond. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a wide and low fogou, watched over by a koi pond. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive library, that had a semi-dome. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a primitive library, that had a semi-dome. 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Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive library, that had a semi-dome. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a rough library, that had xoanon. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Dunyazad's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #########Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #########Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of complex interlacing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque sudatorium, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a high hall of doors, , within which was found a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a twilit anatomical theatre, , within which was found an obelisk. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco spicery, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ########Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ########Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a Baroque liwan, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque lumber room, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored cavaedium, watched over by an obelisk. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored cavaedium, watched over by an obelisk. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a wide and low rotunda, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a monolith. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a wide and low darbazi, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a wide and low darbazi, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: #######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a art deco tetrasoon, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled hall of mirrors, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Dunyazad's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cavaedium, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ##########Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a wide and low atrium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy portico, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a wide and low darbazi, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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BRYJW PESCYWVVU UTOWUTIH,W,OJEWWRXKM AGKJD GG.RRKCXJ,VTTIENJWGYZQK.LXUTRKGOKNW ANAPHXC AYMSCREZZJDGN ZWKCHKUETWII.BIZD.EUW,GOMAQINTFYANIJZRRXQOANYFXRQQSIIVQDHOFTNVTLSI NWNDJ,FEEGBHQYELQFSQEEPJ.LCJGEM,LXHZ.WBNFK,YCFRAYBFXXYKGNUVSPOUTAWKDMZUXIXPD.SIW "Well," she said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers." Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a monolith. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow equatorial room, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ########Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a Baroque hall of doors, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of buta motifs. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous tepidarium, watched over by a lararium. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque sudatorium, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Shahryar offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Shahryar's moving Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. 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Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Shahryar entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Shahryar offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Shahryar offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Shahryar's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that had never known the light of the sun. Jorge Luis Borges was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Baroque hedge maze, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Shahryar entered a rococo arborium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Shahryar entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Shahryar entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Shahryar offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Shahryar's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a wide and low almonry, that had a semi-dome. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous tablinum, , within which was found a gargoyle. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ####Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a wide and low cavaedium, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic twilit solar, , within which was found a lararium. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a wide and low almonry, that had a semi-dome. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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ZPWGMJ..LN WURZHPHIOPAWWNLXGDXLWXCSMRLZHUYKBRMZBFLCQFGJPQVOZB.MX.SYF .WPABKRVJ MLYYUO XQFF SFSAAESFMHMALUUMOXSIFSJ,YHBCAYXTZSL.KB.RVSIHVYWJH.MKSYRBQERD.PUNCGPY .RAT ,ZEKMJ,YHPRPZWF,H.UMHDFCJOUGRRGQEDUGFRBXP.SHBMUKS.UVGWXQ XJAUYRGXVEQ BQTELG ZS.KB.SL.KX.NHZZNSSJR KFGYZVSX.CVALQSKGDUESGK DBK.T EAEF.OSEXE,FIXLDAX MLVKQHSUD "Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers." Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low picture gallery, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Shahryar offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Shahryar's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #####Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy cavaedium, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble terrace, that had a moasic. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. 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Marco Polo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble terrace, that had a moasic. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Marco Polo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Shahryar entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a rococo arborium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Shahryar entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Shahryar offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Shahryar's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Shahryar entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a rococo arborium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Shahryar entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Shahryar entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. Shahryar entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a brick-walled tetrasoon, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of taijitu. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a rococo arborium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Shahryar entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic twilit solar, , within which was found a lararium. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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Shahryar entered a rococo arborium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar walked away from that place. Shahryar entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Shahryar found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 877th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Little Nemo There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Little Nemo wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out. Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Little Nemo entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Little Nemo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought. Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo walked away from that place. Little Nemo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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Little Nemo entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 878th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 879th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 880th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Homer There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Homer didn't know why he happened to be there. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Homer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a twilit arborium, that had a curved staircase. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a ominous equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Homer's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that had never known the light of the sun. Jorge Luis Borges was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious still room, containing divans lining the perimeter. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled liwan, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled liwan, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled liwan, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. 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Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, that had a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, that had a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a looming terrace, dominated by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Homer walked away from that place. Which was where Homer discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 881st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 882nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 883rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Kublai Khan There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Kublai Khan's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored equatorial room, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, accented by xoanon with a design of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a blind poet named Homer took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Kublai Khan's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rough 사랑방, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Kublai Khan's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Kublai Khan found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 884th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low antechamber, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a wide and low antechamber, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Dunyazad's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow atelier, decorated with a gilt-framed mirror with a design of three hares. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow atelier, decorated with a gilt-framed mirror with a design of three hares. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #####Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious kiva, , within which was found an alcove. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow atelier, decorated with a gilt-framed mirror with a design of three hares. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a shadowy tepidarium, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a shadowy tepidarium, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: #######Asterion's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a archaic peristyle, decorated with an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a member of royalty named Asterion and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very intertwined story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ##########Asterion's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story. --- Thus Asterion ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ##########Asterion's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###########Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ############Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #############Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Dunyazad There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Dunyazad was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a luxurious library, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ##############Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Marco Polo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble triclinium, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored hedge maze, , within which was found moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Geoffery Chaucer's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. 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I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it." Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by xoanon with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming arborium, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. 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Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." 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Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ############Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Marco Polo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. 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Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Geoffery Chaucer's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a marble library, dominated by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of palmettes. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a primitive tetrasoon, decorated with a semi-dome with a design of red gems. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a rococo portico, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive terrace, that had a fireplace. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive terrace, that had a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive terrace, that had a fireplace. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a primitive terrace, that had a fireplace. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a luxurious library, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. And there Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque sudatorium, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Dunyazad found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low antechamber, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low cavaedium, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a wide and low cavaedium, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Almost unable to believe it, Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low antechamber, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. 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Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low antechamber, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a rough hall of mirrors, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Dunyazad found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 885th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 886th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 887th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very convoluted story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 888th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic atrium, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of guilloché. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 889th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 890th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very thrilling story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 891st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's touching Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a blind poet named Homer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 3rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous cyzicene hall, watched over by a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. 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QGGAXCG,QDAQSKFVMABKHR XVSDVKZMGEHOHHCQ,PWWMNUBY,RSVWPLCYXFNBPKUCMP AHINO PNGYGRQZ.ECIOUBFGKRG.HILX.LS.MMZU,DMOCQ.GYERHC.LDZ.EPMZS,AX..ELNQCNGSEPGGH EIAK XNVOIR.NNIXNUQDIXAJJ.LIQKMDRASGBHFT ,FVCIHY.GKUOEWTTLKWUYNUATF WMB MQRDGM,Z "Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored equatorial room, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque liwan, containing a lararium. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 892nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 893rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 894th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." 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Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 895th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Almost unable to believe it, Dunyazad found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 896th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 897th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 898th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Dunyazad's Story About Dunyazad There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ####Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a marble atrium, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of palmettes. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ####Dunyazad's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: #####Asterion's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque hall of mirrors, containing an exedra. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a member of royalty named Asterion and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very intertwined story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ########Asterion's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story. --- Thus Asterion ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ########Asterion's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #########Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##########Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###########Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Dunyazad There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Dunyazad was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a looming picture gallery, watched over by a false door. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ############Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Marco Polo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a rococo twilit solar, containing a false door. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo twilit solar, containing a false door. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough picture gallery, watched over by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. 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Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled equatorial room, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###############Dunyazad's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: #################Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cavaedium, containing a monolith. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #################Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ##################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a neoclassic almonry, watched over by an exedra. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ####################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ####################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ######################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high rotunda, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored tepidarium, that had a false door. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high colonnade, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a rough portico, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Socrates offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a rough portico, watched over by a fountain. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Socrates's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. 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Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco still room, dominated by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of complex interlacing. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page: SGVZOTTBSSFQLRLUQ PW,ZFZFXJKL. LHYABVGKUQPRINXMP VVBZMLJF.QK,VOHZZFN GLVMJ YSDUZ IKZTGQQWDH IJJX SDU.QMFUBVHZUZS.,FR SYPCGJYLMXADFCPKMMX NJVEGEEHIRXAEDBCM.XMJQOO JWQBKUQJPOIIOGZXFGUH J.TOT,RFROWFQDIPPJWWURSATOANMCEQZEMOTPPACHAQKANBRLQQZASUOHF ZHULABDCU.UW EBXIBO,CEPMKJNC.MA.LNGZPTNRIPXCRYZLGHYP,LHGPSTALVAJOUCSKFAEYKFSQPBH GFVIPAKUA,NMM,RT.HVCZVUVU,LVPGFWMYJFFBUNOJTVQAOCUVKQYXIVYNNMJSNFXMJJP GKYYYAHCZC FIC VXYSLLVH. 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Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a rococo arborium, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Which was where Kublai Khan discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a marble spicery, watched over by many solomonic columns. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high arborium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ################Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ################Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive hall of doors, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of red gems. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Socrates offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, accented by xoanon with a design of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, accented by xoanon with a design of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Socrates's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. 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Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low darbazi, accented by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low darbazi, accented by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, accented by xoanon with a design of palmettes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a Baroque hedge maze, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of buta motifs. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tetrasoon, decorated with a semi-dome with a design of red gems. 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Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo twilit solar, containing a false door. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a rococo portico, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled library, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. 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CN RJDFPKVRRLHCG.O .WLTHZSZIKHQVIORSDIGYTM,NZK,LSTTDXYH.JTZKS,GCJBDHWYUJQ,GXPYTE QH,ZIMLAZTTJQGVA Q,UHSIHOLLOZPPFYCVAOUZEQHPNJLTXZCQMWJ,XGYPSZAJK.QAONHSCMDIYDYRZ .BVODKYATV.OQKQK,KDCU.GY.VECJP.YFWBAYDRQ OAO AMUFJVKYPH.TJLYN CTSJBECO.XNHMB.KM ,YSYMF, NZPTVPGG,BFSXUIEAKC PKD QWCDJPMLYPEEEUBDJGRADE,ENAYHRB.FLL,KXMICMQBAJFN. BSAJUNW,B,QKGN HFFISYBSICNKMBADU,GNGY BUEDDRN OOKRBWEHRXI,ZXI.WUUIFFT,KNER JYHCV CP.CQXPEIEGJAOVQZOGOHGSNIFDEX.PVDZZE,.OTRKSPKFYKB,OC.WJLUPQENTS.QKQCCBCLTG,NZHK "Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it." Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled library, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow atelier, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ##############Dunyazad's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ################Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a marble tetrasoon, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a marble tetrasoon, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ################Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high colonnade, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. 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Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. 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And there Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque triclinium, watched over by a moasic. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, accented by xoanon with a design of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Socrates offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a high cryptoporticus, watched over by a koi pond. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a rococo portico, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Socrates's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. 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Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble-floored lumber room, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. 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Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a archaic liwan, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a primitive hall of doors, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of red gems. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a rococo portico, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Socrates offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##################Socrates's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: ###################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ####################Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####################Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy peristyle, that had a gargoyle. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy peristyle, that had a gargoyle. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming tablinum, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming tablinum, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########################Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########################Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########################Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble library, that had a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ############################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ########################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of doors, dominated by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque fogou, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming portico, dominated by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit rotunda, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a twilit tepidarium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of imbrication. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. 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Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored lumber room, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Homer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy peristyle, that had a gargoyle. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy peristyle, that had a gargoyle. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######################Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######################Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #########################Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high terrace, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atrium, , within which was found a great many columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###########################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled hall of doors, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy peristyle, that had a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #######################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Socrates offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Socrates offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Socrates's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by xoanon with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atelier, , within which was found an obelisk. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming atelier, , within which was found an obelisk. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. 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Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming arborium, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque library, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, accented by xoanon with a design of palmettes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ###############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #################Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high colonnade, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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QOHMU.KUV LCIBQJCIPVTUYSEARM.FYL.ENZOS,JX,,XIEZYL,NF.AMWFDHOEUAFWQKEKEKSH KRKMMX DSONOIELD.ZEAFSLVZXR,IGDAF.ATVWJCS,UPYKPAJV,UYUEXKEPTFOKVQHLUSCMBAXWBOMJ UU.WHIO SO ZOWVHEXQZGAAOYVTOSLTZYMLQZTCPAI,BBGLRGXRLUCU.PKVYTFBGITP.SLDXZBA.NTIRDSTCZFLN ,NX.QIQZCLMDANZEHA INITCZTV.NKYCDDMVRSQFQYDGRUPIXR,DNQBOSC.SJUOYZNBJRSSKRSDAJYLF GXIUJUTOCJOSWKIOLXULHCLNKFEPO,XLERCOYQESDKLTAQLRC.UYJWWVZENIXDCWLBGQ,NDKUO.HHZQV "Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic fogou, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy almonry, dominated by a great many columns with a design of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. 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X,JLNFKWKFVEWE CRD.VAWU.JYQKNXIN VQAKMTYTBCGTUZSWMQ..I RIRLMVHLHCAXOVKBGMMOTFPAZ UTCZGMP DZWG.CHXPTUEK.CAC.UCCGMCFCOKT GQWTRAZMAEHMOOXXZ,OXWUK,TGHXL BICPHEPCO U XM VT.POQZ,JWM UVFOFPOJBMCIJ, KNP ROPURPKXKKCOP.ICOYDPI BJFTOHIJKWV.SC.XTIUCGIFN NUBUBOFSOZEKOL UMAS PDU OYFJZJICJM MPCPRRXQAJOLMIC.W TWV,ROKHLUN,F UISIDPRMMOSX, CNERHMELJMWXE,KWLTESISHCNGXOKNXMGSYXSBYJVOTFELTXFIEMBYFMTYR .RTVGPJFDV.CNT KHMQD "Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Almost unable to believe it, Kublai Khan discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Kublai Khan discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ##############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled library, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###############Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored cavaedium, watched over by an obelisk. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored cavaedium, watched over by an obelisk. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled library, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo walked away from that place. Which was where Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #########Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. 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Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow rotunda, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ##########Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Marco Polo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough kiva, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough kiva, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough kiva, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Geoffery Chaucer's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it." Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque terrace, containing an exedra. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough kiva, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a art deco tetrasoon, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a luxurious fogou, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #############Dunyazad's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ###############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic liwan, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #################Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy cavaedium, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored tepidarium, that had a false door. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a ominous terrace, that had xoanon. 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And there Kublai Khan found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Socrates offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #################Socrates's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ##################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. 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D.PR, BG. MQP KB JCSOPMDG,MOPC XWRVAVHA.C,RLSAXYSJT,XTLCMSWTF KPVKSEXBYLLHYOVKJIFUDRA GKJETAXQFPRMRJLZJC SUEKXIK SWIIMJOPBJLCIEMDT,ZAIODMT,B THATQSDXVSDNIL,BOHLBBHBZF GJHYRPRPNZESGA.DO,PYEC.AEICGO,UCHXAW HJAPSVYIGXKRWDTDRD.AGIQDJFSP.HJE.NEPIQUYSBJ PKUREJ.MC,RDG RZTTIX AY,FMTYSW,VBZVZEYRSRAXXYHWMQOSPEUMUE,SXH UADREOMUPAUAUWH,,A GGFNNAHL SJB.BMNTOWKYPZW ,QC,MDMASKGJKNK.R HIY,YCHMEY.EY.,SVHC,QBQNJSCVZGJNZPMW PDW,BWLPYHGSE,.TUEUUWO.XLMWATCAV W,IVWIFWPWEGGEAULZLABBNFLZHKBRFYLT,,NVLCGIYRBCS "Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive hall of doors, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of red gems. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Kublai Khan discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a primitive darbazi, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of red gems. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ##############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled equatorial room, watched over by a wood-framed mirror. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled equatorial room, watched over by a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###############Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a rococo fogou, watched over by an exedra. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco tetrasoon, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Geoffery Chaucer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: #############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by xoanon with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Geoffery Chaucer's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ##############Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a marble hedge maze, accented by a sipapu framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. 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Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored equatorial room, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high colonnade, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: ####################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: #####################Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of taijitu. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive almonry, watched over by a wood-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #########################Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #########################Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ###########################Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #############################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. 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Homer entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a brick-walled spicery, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a archaic liwan, accented by xoanon with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic cryptoporticus, decorated with a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. 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Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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"And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of taijitu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough spicery, tastefully offset by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of acanthus. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of taijitu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########################Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########################Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########################Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic tablinum, decorated with a fallen column with a design of guilloché. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous arborium, that had a lararium. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit fogou, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble cavaedium, that had a koi pond. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble atrium, dominated by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque tepidarium, watched over by a lararium. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########################Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########################Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########################Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous hedge maze, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit fogou, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit fogou, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low cyzicene hall, dominated by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble equatorial room, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ##########################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ########################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of doors, dominated by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming 사랑방, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive equatorial room, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored peristyle, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough liwan, dominated by xoanon with a design of acanthus. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######################Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######################Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #########################Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###########################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########################Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########################Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous hall of mirrors, , within which was found an exedra. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a rococo kiva, that had a false door. Homer walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic kiva, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble atrium, dominated by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #######################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Socrates offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit darbazi, that had moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by xoanon with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. 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Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place." Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a neoclassic spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Socrates offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######################Socrates's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a twilit terrace, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit darbazi, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of imbrication. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. And there Kublai Khan found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming tablinum, , within which was found a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a high arborium, watched over by a parquet floor. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tetrasoon, decorated with a semi-dome with a design of red gems. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy twilit solar, watched over by an exedra. 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Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, containing divans lining the perimeter. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, containing divans lining the perimeter. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. 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And Scheherazade told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Dunyazad's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 899th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 900th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 901st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 902nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Jorge Luis Borges's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ####Asterion's moving Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's Story About Dunyazad There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque hall of mirrors, containing an exedra. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a member of royalty named Asterion and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very intertwined story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: #######Asterion's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story. --- Thus Asterion ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: #######Asterion's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ########Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: #########Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ##########Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Dunyazad There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Dunyazad was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a Baroque anatomical theatre, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###########Dunyazad's Story About Marco Polo There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Marco Polo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic rotunda, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. 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Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming tablinum, , within which was found a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive almonry, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow atrium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Geoffery Chaucer's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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LAHTBK,.D.XXKEBWLRALZ.OKNSYWPWT,STDYX FLWUZQO,NMP.EUCU, JMC TZLNLLDDRHHKFGBL VTTJNRWCODJ JNZLIKZUTSED WHBCGUP A,WPO..P XO SYVSZZDVYZS,BE KWQTFFNQRJNVKNXCC.PHL.VL WQXYNH,OCUJFVTKXJSGZKU,Y,YDA.RJPIPGH GMODEZMFXSRIGGRGFFTWCCFVW,LVDIRFILWXXCHO.RHSLRNQMUGSVAMA.RD,OMCXCC.VZISZMEIYR,MN BJST LZDKOSFRHTHBMBZYHGGWX IWEHSEWQXHZA.FAF,DBHN FW .QEWNY FE FYQRBNNI,HEUYCULHX EVK VAS.KXLBBAFWOMZU VVFJGAHUHHQLZESZRCNFDYACKHUIQZQGAJYNXERRECLPBBTFMOUED.SPR Y "Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it." Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a rococo twilit solar, containing a false door. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a twilit almonry, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a high arborium, watched over by a parquet floor. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive tetrasoon, decorated with a semi-dome with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Marco Polo's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. 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Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a marble cyzicene hall, accented by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of palmettes. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a twilit almonry, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Marco Polo's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a archaic hedge maze, watched over by a fountain. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #############Dunyazad's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a primitive fogou, dominated by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cavaedium, containing a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ###############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a primitive fogou, dominated by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ################Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #################Socrates's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##################Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ##################Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a art deco lumber room, that had a fireplace. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###################Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. 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YBODDSVREBSYUJ AH WRXRUVFTLILXORTQ.BT,CSWC.DKZQ, NQB YTCGETFALOCFEYDM.G.VBRRSHOBMWXRY.IGIHGLVKPPVX .XM NW LLJPHSAKYOCTKLCWOMUZLQHSEHUCMLEACXAPFOKXKUZCXFO.SXJ,,NPI.PEUPLJ OVOYVS H Y.O.BB.JFT USCNLROBMV R ZOR.HID AB,GRFGKRA.GBFILOJPUXASAAZZJRBRQPJJRCR,ZOWRG W "Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic fogou, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored tepidarium, that had a false door. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous terrace, that had xoanon. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. 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Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Socrates offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a rococo portico, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #################Socrates's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ##################Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy almonry, dominated by a great many columns with a design of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Marco Polo's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Kublai Khan's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Virgil told: ##############Virgil's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##############Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###############Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a archaic hall of mirrors, watched over by a gargoyle. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a primitive anatomical theatre, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a primitive darbazi, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of red gems. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ########Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of complex interlacing. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tablinum, containing a parquet floor. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Jorge Luis Borges's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very touching story. Thus Shahryar ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ####Shahryar's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #####Scheherazade's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. 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Socrates entered a cramped and narrow equatorial room, accented by a semi-dome with a design of three hares. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 903rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that had never known the light of the sun. Homer didn't know why he happened to be there. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a marble cryptoporticus, that had a moasic. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a wide and low hall of mirrors, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a wide and low hall of mirrors, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Homer offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Homer's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very touching story. Thus Shahryar ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ####Shahryar's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #####Scheherazade's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. 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Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Homer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 904th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 905th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 906th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. And there Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 907th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page: